The Truth Is

My happiness is my responsibility.

For far too long this power has been abused. Given it away because I expected the same in return as I demonstrate kindness to the people I thought were "for me" but weren't.

The inner garden has been trampled. Ruined.

It's not about whose fault it was, I was still learning to see clearly, to accept the reality that the more you don't guard something, the more worthless people see it to be.

No wonder there are guards outside jewelry stores. Just having certain resistance in place shows that whatever is inside is precious.

And here I am, giving my garden away as if my life is a charity house.

Good riddance.

As I was tending the garden, giving my best, working hard to make it beautiful, at the same time there was no fence, no sign boards, no rules, people can come and go, taking whatever they want, coming in whenever they want. And because I did not say anything, people just kept doing it. Not saying anything means "there's no problem". And why am I so surprised that when I start putting up fences and communicating rules and boundaries, people will get upset? Of course, they would be upset when I start charging them for things that have been free all along, and of course, it will make them unhappy. They start to realize there's a price to pay.

But them being unhappy doesn't mean I'm doing something wrong. In turn, it is a good sign, which means finally I'm doing something right and it is taking effect.

If there are people who want to come into the inner garden without paying a price, means in the hard times they'll also be the first to go. There's nothing to lose.

Alright, cool. Let's start sieving, trimming, and cutting off some trespassers, shall we?